hungry but not broke

man, i've got some catching up to do. some quickies:

* last weekend i went to laura's wedding in richmond, va. long ass wedding ceremony, reception was informal without assigned seating and barely tables. just buffet and mingling, not a bad idea. neo and spanky, remember when you got sat at some whack ass table nowhere near your friends? i told spencer i nailed a white bridesmaid but i was just pulling his leg. seriously though, i was 1/2 of the asian contingency at the wedding.

* i finally got eliminated from the king of the mountain football pool, no $25,000 for me. i got booted out when i selected jacksonville over houston and pittsburgh over oakland. how the f does the defending champion lose to the only remaining team without a win? whatever. i'm in last place in the two ffl leagues i'm in. ffl is dumb.

so get this, petr and i had lunch at the great charcoal chicken on monday. i try not to stuff myself at lunch so usually eat half of it there and take half to go for later. 1/4 of a roasted chicken on top of twice baked potatoes in a styrofoam container with my name on it in the fridge at work. i made the mistake of not taking it home that same day. i guess i should've known since the last time i brought leftovers to work someone ate it! blackened opelousas over dirty rice too, that's some good shit! anyhow, this morning i went to the fridge to see if my food was still there, maybe i'd have it for lunch. the container was there but when i opened it up i see $3 in single bills, folded up and sitting on top of the potatoes! i guess that's not a bad deal for me or the idiot who ate my chicken. but how the hell am i supposed to eat potatoes with nasty dollar bills sitting on top of it? they might as well have taken a dump on it. i've been to strip joints, i see where dollar bills go.

i told some friends about this and we came up with a few ideas. take the money the bandit leaves me and buy a locking lunchbox. put a price tag in the container along with my paypal email address. or piss on my leftovers to welcome him to golden showers catering. what? it's sterile.